Morthos was happy to let Jax do all the talking, he could definitely stand around and just look a bit menacing. When all was said and done Morthos just decided to let Jax's little joke about her boobs go, though he was sure under the shirt her girls were indeed very nice. She mentioned the library and cross referencing information, that was much more up his alley. "Ya, we could definitely find a map at the library and try to see what's up. Although we should probably see what the Hunting Legion knows first, the more information we have the more useful the library will be."

They got to the building and it was somewhat shabby but also rather intimidating looking. Jax informed Morthos, "you're doing the talking this time." He gave her a look and she gave him one right back, "don't look at me like that, I did all the work at the butcher. Besides, I'm trying to make you almost like a normal person, so talk." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and a shove towards the doors.

"Ya, thanks," Morthos said, laying on the sarcasm real thick. They entered the building, and Morthos wasn't sure what to expect. What he was greeted with was basically a tavern. Some of the patrons were giving him the stink eye, clearly they didn't like him. If that was because he was a tiefling or just because he was an outsider he was unsure. He walked up to the bartender and asked, "hi, excuse me, who would I talk to to find out what you guys know about the werewolves terrorizing your town?" The bartender didn't turn around from what he was doing, just replied with a "what's it to ya?" Great, they clearly did not want to help.

Morthos just took a breath and stayed calm, "you see, my friends and I, we're here to help out. We've been hired by the town," the bartender did not respond, instead Morthos heard someone shout at him from across the bar, "OI! Devil boy!" Morthos really did not like being called devil boy unless it was clear the person was being friendly and a bit jokey. Morthos turned to the man, "yes?"

He was with a group at a table, people of all sorts, seemed the Legion was pretty inclusive, at least if you were from town. "Ya, you wanna know 'bout them wolves, ye?"

"Yes, we want to help get rid of the wolves, do you know something that could help?" Morthos was starting to lose his patience for these people, it didn't help they were all clearly drunk.

"Yeah, I know about 'em," the man got up and he was much taller than Morthos had expected. "Where was that stuff, oh ya, right here," at which point he pulled his hand out of his pocket and gave Morthos the finger. All his friends thought it was hilarious, Morthos did not, and the guy could tell. "Oh come off it then, how about you leave so I can get to know your girlfriend then, eh?"

He started reaching his hand towards Jax but Morthos moved faster than he even thought he could, "you will not lay any of your greasy fingers on her."

The man just laughed and looked back to his friends, "you hear that? Devil boy is jealous of me."

Morthos was done playing nice, "call me devil boy one more time, see what happens," Morthos growled at the man.

The man bent down so his face was right in Morthos' and said, "You. Are. A. Devil..."

He couldn't finish he sentence as Morthos burst in to flames and singed his eyebrows off. He jumped back and Morthos slowly rose in to the air, his voice echoing. "I am Morthos Xerxes, noble of House Xerxes. Descended from the House of Ice and Fire, House Zolfura, from the once great nation of Bael Turath. I will no longer play your games," out of the corner of his eye he saw the bartender with a folder, he seemed less shaken than everyone else but still scared.

"This is what we have, take it," he left the folder on the table and stepped back.

Morthos floated back to the ground and extinguished his flames, "remember this next time you disrespect someone just trying to help." He grabbed the folder in one hand, Jax's hand in the other, and walked out of the building. They rounded a corner and Morthos leaned against a wall collapsing to the ground, head in his hands, ashamed at himself. "I'm so sorry you had to see that."